surrender to her

Chapter 19 I Have a Good Heart

Leaving the chaotic scene behind, Meng Cheng waved the air without taking away a cloud, and sat back on his seat as if nothing had happened, leaning his elbows on the table to support his head, and gave He Liangchi a sweet wink.

He Liangchi's eyes were fixed on her, without blinking, he tightened the mint candy in his hand, and pursed his lower lip lightly.

Over there, Huang Mao suddenly jumped up on the spot and screamed: "I'm fucking sick?! What are you doing?!"

Seeing that Xiang Zhao picked up the paper balls while everyone was whispering, and spread them out one by one thoughtfully, spread them out on his desk, then poured half a bottle of sticky super glue on it, and a large pool of glue quickly spread Open, the disaster affected a wide range, and flowed down the edge of the table.

Xiang Zhao shook his shoulders, as if frightened by the yelling, and scratched his head innocently: "What are you doing with such a loud voice, your paper is torn, I'll stick it up for you."

"Who used glue to stick the papers, you fucking idiot!"

"I..." Xiang Zhao pretended to be stupid.

"Brother, I'm really sorry." Gao Wenbo stood up apologetically, embraced Xiang Zhao's shoulders, changed his mournful expression for a second, his lips trembled as if he had eaten a motor, and said, "My brother Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease when he was three years old."

"In other words, yes, he is an idiot."

Xiang Zhao: "...?"

Gao Wenbo wiped away the emperor's tears, shook his head and sighed, and bowed deeply to Huangmao together with his stupid brother: "It's my inability to teach well, which made everyone laugh, sorry."

The yellow hair stuck in his throat full of swear words: "..."

The people around looked at the mentally handicapped scene with a sudden change in painting style: "..."

Xiang Zhao made a big gift: "..."

Dear brother, it is possible to find such an excuse, but it is quite unnecessary.

Gao Ci leaned back with her upper body, laughing so hard that her stomach twitched, and gave them a thumbs up behind their backs.

At this time, the "invigilator" teacher came in with a thermos cup, followed the background sound of the bell, and seeing that the class hadn't calmed down yet, he looked at the glaring boys behind, and said majesticly: "Don't you know that the exam is about to start? Didn't the school bell ring for you?"

"Sit down quickly! The dean is wandering around, writing the papers honestly."

Huang Mao was angry and dissatisfied, but under the gaze of the teacher, he had no choice but to sit down with a face full of resentment, took out the wad of paper in his pocket, threw it hard, and cursed in a low voice: "A group of people!" Neuropathy!"

The people beside him wiped the table and comforted him: "Don't be angry, brother Yuan, just treat them as if you were bitten by a mosquito, and deal with them when the boss comes."

After hearing this, Huang Mao lost his temper a little.

"Look, Meng Cheng has a bad temper and is aggressive." Joy got the argument and said to others.

Lin Yuwei retorted in a low voice: "Didn't Li Yuan look for trouble first?"

Fang Xiaodan hissed, and tapped the pen in her hand on her forehead: "Why are you helping the loner to speak? Could it be because you think he is handsome, so the three views follow his five senses?"

"I, I'm not..." Lin Yuwei blushed anxiously, everyone didn't want to see He Liangchi, if she kept arguing, she would look different, and she was against everyone, she closed her eyes, and had no choice but to turn her head to write the paper up.

Ye Jiafu, who was sitting next to her, didn't listen to what they said at all. She thought for a while, glanced at the teacher, secretly took out her phone, and clicked on the "Brother Jinming" dialog box.

……

It took Meng Cheng more than half an hour to finish the three papers. She wrote very seriously within her IQ.

Lao Meng always felt that it was because she didn't study hard that her grades were not good. Meng Cheng didn't dare to hit his fragile old father, but it was because his daughter was certified stupid by different teachers, and she couldn't learn no matter what. So just give up.

A hard-working scumbag and a playful scumbag, she chose the latter, at least she could save some face.

"What did you choose for the last multiple choice question?"

Xiang Zhao picked up Gao Wenbo's math paper and looked at it, "B? B—?"

He first questioned it twice, and then said weakly: "I chose A."

Gao Wenbo flatly denied him: "Impossible. I counted two answers, and they can only be B or D. There is a hidden range condition in the question stem that I didn't find."

After finishing speaking, he added a sentence: "The first thing I rule out is A."

Xiang Zhao: "..."

In terms of mathematics, physics and chemistry, Gao Wenbo has a great say. He once appeared in the news of the Youth Development Center and was named "the leader of the partial science world", but Xiang Zhao changed the word to "partial science". The Teddy of science".

If Xiang Zhaomeng's answer to this question was A, he might change it to B without saying a word, but the key is that he worked hard to calculate it with reason and evidence. Chattering, turned around to harass Meng Cheng.

"Hahahahahaha... Sister Cheng chose B!" Xiang Zhao's mood suddenly turned cloudy, "Then the correct answer to this question is absolutely impossible to be B, you overturned! Baby~"

"..." Gao Wenbo got goosebumps all over his body from the subwoofer with a bit of air bubbles on Gao Wenbo's throat stuck in the hard concave of the slippers, and he had goosebumps all over his body. He put on the pain mask, but after confirming that Meng Cheng chose B ...

"B can be ruled out, choose D."

He changed the answer extremely quickly and firmly, and Xiang Zhao followed suit.

Any hesitation for a second is a disrespect to Meng Cheng, the king of wrong answer screening.

Meng Cheng: "..."

The quizzes were not taken seriously, and there was still one class before the end of school, and the class had already left in a hurry, and there were not many people left in the last few rows.

The slowly setting distant sun swayed the remaining warm light to its fullest, casting in through the clear window, as if spreading a layer of honey-colored filter on the slightly empty classroom.

"Sister Cheng, when shall we leave?" Xiang Zhao waited until the flowers all withered.

Meng Cheng waved his hand: "Go first, I have something to do later."

Xiang Zhao: "..."

Then you didn't say it earlier.

Gao Wenbo watched Meng Cheng fall into a state of heartbeat and couldn't extricate himself, showing an expression that a genius doctor could not recover from the sky: "The poisoning is too deep, there is no medicine to cure it, and it is hopeless."

As he said that, he suddenly paused when he pulled the zipper of his schoolbag, "Wait a minute, you said something will happen later... You won't be following classmate He home, right?"

"Follow?" Xiang Zhao rubbed the word, "Can you stop calling Sister Cheng so obscene? If Sister Cheng wants to follow, she will do so openly!"

Meng Cheng turned on the automatic shielding mode for the two of them, and kept his face turned to He Liangchi's side. His shiny black pupils reflected his profile, and there was an unconscious smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sunset is nearing the evening, and the teaching buildings outside the window are scattered everywhere. Their viewing angle is wide and there is no shelter, so they can just have a panoramic view of the beautiful sunset.

The sky was dyed through, like an orange ocean.

The boy was sitting by the window sill, holding a pen in one hand, and lowered his head to answer the questions.

Meng Cheng was fascinated by it. She saw him concentrating on writing without rushing, but she couldn't see that his fingertips were so tight that they turned white, and the calculation process was also scribbled and messed up.

After a bit of a hasty end, he raised his head, and a beam of just-right honey-colored light and shadow hit him.

Guangyu's sharp-edged face changed its direction, so it had a shape, and the smooth and neat lines were formed in one go, and the youthful and handsome profile fell on Meng Cheng's heart like a brand.

He turned his head slowly, meeting her eyes.

Heat welled up on the cheeks, and a glance of ten thousand years came from it.

There is no limit to the beauty I like, it can be bold and strong graffiti, it can be poetic and picturesque landscapes, and what I like most is the last ray of skylight remaining when the twilight is getting late.

But you showed up.

The setting sun takes second place, and you have become the number one in my heart.

(End of this chapter)